My 419 Nightmare

46. The Bomb

Kit's POV

It was a disaster!

I can no longer survive the smell of this seafood!

Argh! My heart is bleeding. Seafood is life! My life!

And now I can't even eat it!

There, there, Kitty. This will only take a while, na. Don't you remember what Beam said? Morning sickness would only last for the first trimester. Only a couple of months to go, na.

I'm hungry right now and I can't eat my favourite food!

Oh God! I'm being tortured here in this kitchen, cooking my favourite food for a customer. Argh!!! If we minus the smell of the shrimp, the Tom Yum is salivating enough.

I'm hungry!!!

Kitty, you just have a big breakfast this morning. I mean... I think we can call it brunch. Your Ming cooks a bunch of pancakes, with sausages and eggs. You even wolf down half dozen of his bananas behind his back!

Shut up! I'm pregnant and I'm hungry! Sue me!

Fine! You better hurry. Ming is waiting.

Shit! I forgot!

After putting on a finishing touch on my creations and reminding my manager to let the customers know that I'm unavailable, I rush back to my office, eager to get into the warm embrace of my man.

But... as soon as I open the door, my heart drop.

Yeap, it was a disaster.

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The pregnant chef went still at the door while his devil is letting out a murderous aura, looking at a certain picture. The latter finally figured out, what's the black and white Polaroid is showing.

The pregnant chef timidly steps inside, closing the door slowly, locking it up before taking slow dragging step towards his devil. His body visibly tremble, his leg is shaking hard, but he tries his hardest to approach his devil. The gear in his head is turning hard, trying to find a proper way to explain it all.

Should he tell the truth or deny the whole thing?

His mind keeps telling him to lie. To lie about the existence of such photo, to lie about the existence of such life that's now reside within him. But... at the back of his head, his consciousness is yelling at him to tell the truth.

Now, the angel is torn between the two.

"Ming?"

The angel timidly call, afraid with the murderous aura that still shroud his devil. This is the first time he has seen his lover like that, making him even more scared to tell the truth.

"Ming?"

The angel calls again, tugging at the corner waist of his devil's shirt, when the latter didn't respond. The devil slowly turns his attention toward him, his features lack of emotion, still holding that piece of Polaroid.

Their eyes clash. The angel can see a flash of sadness and disappointment on his devil's eyes, making his heart tug, painfully. He crushes his body into the devil's embrace.

They both went still, standing in silence. While the angel is hugging his devil tight, the latter didn't respond. The devil's left hand is keep still at his side, balled up in a fist while his right is still holding the Polaroid, almost crunching the corner of it.

After a good while, the angel finally makes his decision.

Pulling off from the warm embrace, the angel looks up at his devil rigid face, gazing at him with pure adoration and love. He takes his devil's free hand, smoothly open the balled up fingers, before kissing the palm and drop it on his stomach.

"Yours."

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Kit's POV

This is it. It's now or never.

I wouldn't have expected that he will found the sonogram. I thought I have hidden it in my wallet. Did I forgot and leave it out somewhere?

My heart stops a beat when I see him standing with the sonogram in his hand as soon as I open the door. His murderous aura rival my demonic state, making me tremble in fear.

Nah... He turns you on, Kitty.

Shut up! I'm trying to think. Now what do I say?

Just tell him the truth.

He...

Approaching him, trembling while I do so, is the most hardest thing to do, as my mind is making up a lot of different excuses as why that sonogram exist. Not to mention, my inner consciousness is hammering my brain, screaming for me to tell him the truth.

How can I do that?

I...

Kitty! Look at his eyes. Look at it and tell me what you see.

I can't bear to watch his painful gaze any longer so I run to his embrace, seeking the warmth that I need. Inhaling his scent as much as I can, my hearts bleed when I saw those disappointed look in his eyes. Sensing that he doesn't hug me back, my heart continues to break.

That is when I make up my mind.

"Yours."

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Ming's POV

Wha- what?

"Yours."

Seemingly dumbfounded, I look down on my hand that is now on top of his stomach, before I look back at my angel's glistening eyes and dimples smile.

"Yours."

I'm still in daze when he repeated that again, as he pulls my hand to take a seat on the couch. Sitting next to him I let him embrace me, as my mind is trying to comprehend what happen.

"I do have a twin. But she died. More appropriately, I absorbed her. The doctor says that my mom's womb is weak and the weaker between the two will be absorbed by the other. My mother hates me for this. Just imagine she actually love the unborn sister of mine compared to me."

I can hear his painful tone as he tell me this. Slowly, I bring him to my lap, letting him snuggle at the crook of my neck.

"Shh, angel. You don't have to tell me this."

"No, you need to know. I'll tell you everything."

I listened to him, on how he found out about the truth, which later leads to him pulling himself out from his family. I start to hate the woman that bore my angel, how can she slander my angel as a murderer.

"Then, years later, a month after we met, I started to get sick. I get nauseous, having back pains. But... that is all on you. Who would have thought that you're bedding me every night."

A small smile escapes my lips when he whines about that.

"When I collapsed at the restaurant, my friends do a check up on me, and they found out that..."

It gets me worried when my angel suddenly stops his words. Pushing him back, I try to look at him. He keeps his eyes down, seemingly afraid. My heart stop a beat and my mind starts to wonder, is my angel sick? Is he okay now or have it worsen?

I swear, I will do my best to move the earth and heaven to find the cure for him.

I hug him back, cooing him, saying that I will love him despite anything that he has. My mind is already making plans to get him the best medical attention, right after we walk out of his office, when he drop the bomb.

"Ming, I'm pregnant. It's yours."

Then my mind went blank.